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Chapter 236 The skirt corner of the beautiful witch, if you want to blame it, blame your woman is more flavorful (10k)

"It's a pity, these guys don't even have the idea of ​​delaying a little bit, and it's completely different from the normal temperament of those barbarians who are happy with the situation."

Kyle snorted softly. In his memory, the barbarians are a bunch of shit-stirring sticks in every sense, and the word mob exists exclusively for them.

Before the Bone Eater was born, turning the entire tribe into an organic whole, and truly began to evolve from nomadic to civilized, the internal looseness of the tribe could be said to be suffocating.

There is no leadership, no writing, and no concentrated strength to break through stubborn stones. Although they can gain certain advantages in certain fields by virtue of their locust-like number of children, how strong can they count on...

The Savage himself did not believe it.

What makes Kyle more curious is why the tribe has changed so much in its position against the Principality of England, Lance, or the Iber Federation.

Don't look at a lot of barbarians in the tribe, they deal with things very realistically.

The reason why the totems can still survive in the tribe after losing the mainstream belief on the mainland is not because of pure strength, but because these totems really dare to lend their power to the barbarians!

The system of controlling arrogance and the protection given by the totem, although there is no way to make the barbarian a No. 1 class that surpasses other classes, but at least it guarantees the fact that they can play well in the middle and low ranks.

Fighting with wild beasts in the northern wilderness sharpened their fists and feet, and the protection from the totem made the barbarian's strong system and strength attributes more extreme. Once the madness entered the brain, the whole person became crazy.

But people are just crazy, not stupid.

People are willing to become crazy because the savages can see clearly that for each country, the core role of their savages is to act as a self-destruct truck.

In other words, before he blew himself up, the barbarians themselves were still valuable.

Similarly, barbarians believe in totems because totems can bring them protection in a higher dimension, and even a disagreement can provide them with powerful power.

This group of savages has nothing, barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes, so in this regard, they really don't mind being used at all.

What they are even more afraid of is that they have no use value.

Can normal people not be afraid of those barbarians who turn into "horse hunters" in an instant when they disagree with each other?

Obviously it is impossible.

There are too many thunderstorms among the barbarians, as if you expected to find a pure little white flower from the entertainment industry, but in the end you found that the little white flower was not found, but the number of idols who were happy to mention collapsed houses +1.

Although not every savage is so crazy, this is the impression that the group of savages gives to the public.

But now these stinky fish and rotten shrimps really have a tendency to unite?

"How many savages can there be stationed in the Lancaster Swamp?"

Kyle asked.

Este didn't even have time to think for a second before giving a reply: "Twenty-four thousand three hundred and twenty people...now it's twenty-four thousand three hundred and one people."

Kyle sat on a distant hill with a calm expression on his face.

After pulling out a bunch of useful information from that violent savage's mind, he decisively asked his rangers to send him on the road.

At that time, the answer given by the violent barbarian was more than 9000 people, but now the opponent's strength has reached more than 2 people.

This may be due to the fact that the violent barbarians are not good at mathematics, and the tribe is still continuing to infuse the invading barbarian joint army.

It is also very difficult for ordinary people to complete the statistics, but with the intelligence support of Wandong City and the collaborative calculation of Aster, it does not take a second to get a specific conclusion.

"How many rangers and elven rangers are being transferred now?"

"Excluding the number of rangers who still need assistants, the number of rangers we can squeeze out is 1233, and the number of elf rangers is 893."

"Are you counting the number of Border Rangers stationed at the Lancaster Swamp?"

"Calculated together."

"Small problem. On average, a ranger or elf ranger can kill 11 people."

If this is placed in modern warfare, someone will immediately jump up and retort:
"There is no way to fight this battle. The number of enemies is more than eleven times that of ours. The advantage is not mine!"

But now, when Kyle looked at the group of barbarians, there was no fluctuation in his heart.

"Aren't you worried about problems with your personal armed forces?"

A crisp sound sounded, and Kyle raised his head and looked towards him.

The beautiful witch sat on a staff with one side, her expression looked leisurely and content, like a witch who was riding a magic broom and preparing for a spring outing.

"Sister Franka, the skirt is leaking..."

Kyle looked at the beautiful witch helplessly. With a mocking expression on his face, he said casually:
"It's intentional. After all, sooner or later, I will grab your big tail and squeeze it clean. Let's treat it as a small favor for you in advance!"

As she spoke, she paused, chatted slightly about the corners of her skirt, revealing the absolute realm under the black magic skirt that ordinary people cannot see, and gently stretched out her small tongue to scrape her teeth and red lips, as if reminiscing What is the same.

Kyle looked at her angrily and said:

"Sister Franka, it's a time of war, are you here to shake the morale of the army?"

Although sometimes Kyle will be greedy, such as Elana's tight and textured black silk long legs, such as Hasaka's overreacting ears and small canine teeth...

Well, the overcooked taste of the beautiful witch is more likely to get him.

But at least for now, he has more important things to do.

"It's not that I want to disturb you..."

The beautiful witch snorted softly, and looked at the rangers and elf rangers who had already made relevant preparations in the distance, with the corners of her mouth raised, revealing a leisurely smile.

She flew over early, just to take it when the backup staff arrived, to see if there was any way to help Kyle.

However, unexpectedly, they saw a group of Lancaster armed forces who were ready to go, with murderous intent rising from their bodies.

Although at first glance you may think that the equipment on this group of people is a bit unsatisfactory, but if you take a second look, you will find that this armed force belonging to Lancaster has such a deterrent effect amazing.

"The average challenge level should be almost at the ninth level of the initial heart level (LV9), right? Such a legion, thanks to you, it was able to bear it before!"

"It's still far away. It's really too difficult for them to gnaw down the army of the tribe now."

Kyle silently applied a layer of crystal clear engine oil to the joints of the [Deep Space Throne] behind him. The lubricant specially prepared by Wandong City was colorless and odorless, and it just penetrated into the [Deep Space Throne] In the joint.

The beautiful witch snorted softly, and the staff that controlled her floated down from the sky like this, and stopped in front of Kyle.

"It feels like we may have to support a lonely person this time. You, together with the strength of your subordinates, can indeed forcibly gnaw a big piece of meat on the tribe."

"I don't want to gnaw a big piece of meat on them, and I don't need them to pick cotton for me. I just want them to die."

Kyle's words were full of strong aggression, and he obviously felt extremely dissatisfied and resolutely counterattacked against this group of forces that entered his territory for no reason.

Frenda looked at the metal battle mech behind Kyle, with a look of surprise on her face.

In the case that the goblin empire has collapsed for such a long time, many things have been completely buried with the advancement of the tide of history.

For things like humanoid mechs, the tip of the iceberg of that era can only be seen through the pictures recorded in the books left by the Goblin Empire.

In fact, Kyle can also feel Franka's slightly anxious state of mind now.

In Franka's eyes, Kyle was a little too calm.

After all, in the traditional culture of the Principality of England, letting your knights and other followers fight on the front line while you hide behind is very inconsistent with the requirements of noble etiquette.

"Are you really planning to go to the battle area in the front row to take a look?"

Franka looked at Kyle and said seriously.

Kyle nodded and said, "It's true that we should go to the front row to take a look, but not now."

Seeing that Kyle really didn't want to go forward now, Franka felt that she was so anxious that she was about to pull him up directly, and flew near the battlefield on her staff.

After all, the savages in the Lancaster Swamp are already ready to move, and they may attack the area outside the swamp at any time.

If he lets Kyle hide behind and doesn't go to the front line to fight, when the support personnel come over, he will definitely feel that Kyle's position is a little bit problematic.

As a lord, the measures he made deviated too much from what a normal lord of the Ibel Federation should do.

"A lord who fails to respond to his followers is not a good lord!"

The beautiful witch didn't even think about it. After the reinforcements arrived, such voices would definitely appear inside the reinforcements.

It's not that someone is trying to control public opinion, but for other reinforcements, Kyle's behavior can easily cause his reputation to collapse among his followers.

Franka wanted to organize Kyle to do this, but after seeing Kyle's expression, she suddenly felt that Kyle's thoughts were serious, even well thought out.

Not enough to feel that she was still affected by Kyle's calm temperament, and she didn't realize that she was not so anxious anymore.

It was as if I was in my own room in Lionheart Castle. In the middle of the night, I felt the blood of the dragon in my body boil, thinking...

Later, as he murmured Kyle's name in a low voice, he unconsciously recalled Kyle's face in his mind, and became obsessed with thinking about it. When he came back to his senses, he entered the time of the sage.

"Kyle, you really have the demeanor of a lord leader!"

Kyle explained indifferently:

"The main reason is whether I am on the scene or not, I can play a supporting role in the development, but if I go to the scene, it is very likely that some behind-the-scenes black hands who would have stood up to participate in the battle may not show up."

"Totem...?"

While the two were still talking here, on the other side, there were continuous roars from the water in the Lancaster Great Swamp.

The entire Mizusawa seemed to be detonated at this moment, and the crazy roar began to spread like a plague in every corner of the Mizusawa.

From various races, but all of them were affected by madness and turned into barbarians. A strange atmosphere that goes against common sense enveloped the surrounding Mizusawa.

Greed, bloodlust, madness... and the purest desire to fight!

It was a terrifying domain formed by the arrogance of countless barbarians. Within the scope of this domain, both the enemy and the enemy would be affected by the arrogance that soared into the sky.

To put it bluntly, it is impossible for other professionals to match the barbarians who have been living with madness for a long time.

Barbarians are more threatening in the early stage because they are protected by totems and their muscles will become stronger after being stimulated by madness.

This will allow them to drag those professionals into the water to play head-to-head with them when facing professionals who do not have much mid-range and long-range combat capabilities in the early and mid-term.

But once they entered the middle and late stages of the extraordinary stage, their own lack of long-range attack capabilities would be extremely obvious.

However, even the barbarians in the middle and late stages can easily expose the problem of insufficient long-range attacks, but there are still many small lords and even top lords who are willing to hire a barbarian squad to join the defense system of their territory.

Of course, it does not rely on these guys to go to the dock to move bricks or pick cotton in the farmland, but to rely on this special field formed by the mutual resonance between madness and madness.

To be precise, it is not right to call it a field.

After all, most of the time, the word domain refers to the spiritual body world after monsters who have opened their own domains in the sanctuary and above.

This kind of power should be called [Field].

For example, the Curse Swordsman can form a vast ocean of bloody flames around the landing point by instilling a large amount of spell power after throwing the weapon.

In such bloody flames, ordinary equipment will be quickly eroded and lose its protective ability, even the protective ability of the dragon scale itself will be quickly eroded by the magic power.

This is the power of the curse swordsman field.

The methods of the berserkers are even more simple and clear.

They are obviously not good at dealing with such fighting methods, so the simplest method they can use is to bring themselves and the enemy back to the same level to compete.

Use the Berserker's domain to erode the opponent's mind, making them irritable and irritable, and even affect the stability of the enemy's spellcasting state to a certain extent.

After all, no matter whether you are a mage or not, when using magic abilities, if you want to better exert your power, you also need to have a calm mind.

Well now, the berserkers have told the whole world with their actual experience, even if I can't beat you, I can still lower your combat IQ to be on the same level as mine...

Then use my unusually rich cerebral palsy combat experience to crush you.

This is why barbarians whose competitiveness has dropped sharply in the middle and late stages still have a market.

After all, they are the most suitable units to be used as shit-stirring sticks.

Just as Kyle and the beautiful witch were silently watching the distant battlefield.

The howling sounded again, and the warships of the tribe came out one by one from behind the golden tree in Mizusawa.

The cold and damp swamp seems to be infected with the heat of the battlefield, which is the beast-like roar brought out by the heavy roar of the bloody barbarians.

Old Barry was at the forefront of the Rangers, took off his spear and raised it high, roaring and saying:
"Gentlemen, the decisive battle has come! For Lancaster and all that we hold dear, take up your arms!"

There was a burst of restlessness from the cold and serious rangers. Amidst the friction of armor, they held spears in their hands.

Kyle looked up at the sky.

Perhaps it is because the waters of the Lancaster Swamp are so widely distributed that a considerable part of the sky is shrouded in light clouds.

There is still a little rain in the center of Mizusawa.

Can't help it, Kyle thought of the short but comfortable happy time when he just started to attack the [Twisted Jungle] dungeon.

The faint smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"This time is completely different from the time in the Twisted Forest."

Kyle spoke softly.

Before I knew it, it seemed that the sky began to rain again.

Do not……

That's not light rain at all!
The savages were in action, and the intense fear and anger that had been caused by being bombarded by the elf rangers turned into a sky-swallowing flame at this moment, and then everything returned to calm.

Because ah, it's raining red!

According to the calculations of the Gluttonous Slimes, the short spears can basically reach where to point and hit within the middle distance range.

As Kyle said, everything is different from the beginning.

After a dungeon raid, almost the entire core force of Lancaster was invested, and the final result can be called exciting.

[Embers of the Empire] After the fortified battle, except for those newcomers who had just entered the Ranger system, the remaining ones naturally became the first group of people to break through in the entire Ranger.

At the beginning, Lancaster had more than 300 rangers who had all broken through to the extraordinary stage. They had the most resources, and they also used gluttonous slimes to fight for the longest time. Almost everyone was a big killer.

And many new rangers who came in later, although the overall strength is not small compared with the old rangers, but because of the expanded recruitment scope and Kyle's name, they still attracted them. Many people with lofty ideals...

The end result is that among the new Rangers, some young geniuses who came first came first.

Relying on their talents and Kyle's investment in them, some up-and-coming guys have been promoted to the extraordinary level one after another.

Even for those pure newcomers, as long as they joined the rangers and participated in the battle before the end of the [Embers of the Empire] dungeon, the basic occupation level has been raised to LV7 or above, and there are only very few individuals.

Of the remaining group of people, a small half are LV8, and the majority are LV9.

This kind of legion configuration, to put it bluntly, can already be compared with many people in the Lionheart battle group.

The biggest gap is probably in the armor equipment.

After all, the equipment of the Lionheart Battlegroup is basically alchemy equipment or magic equipment. These things are more difficult to manufacture and consume a lot of resources.

Now Lancaster does not have these conditions for the time being, but so what?

The equipment upgrade is the upper limit and lower limit, not the median and mode. What is the concept of the attack launched by a group of LV8-LV10 challenge level curse swordsmen.

That is the scene Kyle sees in the distance now.

It's raining.

Drops of rain fell from the sky, but under the influence of a large amount of magic power projected from a short spear, they were covered with red magic power, turned into red mist from the sky, and descended on the water with the brilliant heavenly power.

The short spears falling down along with the red mist, packed with powerful impact force, instantly nailed each small boat and battleship to death.

Facts have proved that after entering the extraordinary stage, professionals really show extraordinary qualities.

Although it is not as good as Adele's arrows that can throw arrows that are as destructive as cruise missiles in one breath, it still has firepower comparable to heavy artillery under the enhancement of Gluttony Slime.

If heavy gunners want to shoot accurately, they also need to feed a large number of shells for training.

But the Rangers are different.

"This is... the internal communication network built by Queen Slime?"

After all, Franka is also a knowledge seeker who is walking on the path of a spellcaster. She knows a lot of things. With her unique vision, she instantly recognized this internal communication method between slimes.

And this unusually precise strike...

There is one thing to say, if the spear-throwing units on the battlefield can have the accuracy of Kyle's cavalry, this unit will not be close to being eliminated.

As if seeing the curiosity of the beautiful witch, Kyle hesitated for a moment, and patted Esther, who was floating with his hand.

The expressionless Esther was stunned for a moment, then stretched out her hand to cover the face of the beautiful witch.

Franka didn't struggle either, she believed that Kyle would not hurt herself.

It's just that if there are outsiders here now, if they don't pay attention to observing their state from the front, but only from the back or side, people who don't know may think that Franka was directly touched by some kind of translucent tentacles. Hit the face and hit the mouth.

Kyle didn't pay much attention either, his eyes were always on the great swamp.

It's just that after Esther connected to Franka, he simply pulled Franka to his side.

Franka still didn't resist, but let Kyle pull her to sit on the [Deep Space Throne] car.

In fact, now Franke doesn't have much thought to pay attention to the situation of her own body in the outside world.

She looked in shock at the relevant pictures and information that were constantly gathered in her mind through the gluttony of the slime queen, and she fell into astonishment.

All kinds of swamp areas on the screen were clearly displayed in front of her, forming exquisite and three-dimensional maps.

On the constantly rotating three-dimensional map, the positions and moving directions of warships and even ordinary boats were displayed and marked.

A large number of calculation formulas are quickly collected and calculated in the body of the Gluttonous Slime Queen, and then form information with inconsistent force conditions, which is transmitted to the slimes on specific rangers.

Then the group of gluttonous slimes immediately cooperated with the rangers to launch an attack based on the calculated results.

So what appeared on Franke's screen was thousands of rangers throwing the second round of spear throwing again under Kyle's summary calculation and command.

This time the spear was far more deadly than the first.

If the first spear throwing was just to roughly lock the positions of the ships, then the second spear throwing was to pursue faster and more powerful.

The ships that were already wobbling to the limit, even those larger ships, were still mercilessly punched with huge gaps.

The boat was sinking, the savages were roaring, and they were churning in the water, as if trying to reach the shore by swimming, and then come ashore to complete their task.

However, the real nightmare finally came.

Don't forget, the group of elf rangers who are still on the scene haven't made a move yet.

Some elf rangers who had already set up attack points on the high golden tree in advance with the help of the gluttonous slime thread began to draw their bows and shoot their arrows.

As the race that is most famous for its archery skills in the entire Shenhua Continent, the arrows of the elves still have quite good power even before they have been transformed by Kyle.

The arrows were shot out like lightning, drawing graceful curves in the sky, piercing through the bodies of the barbarians swimming in the river.

Some of the more unlucky barbarians who were easily noticed by the elf rangers were shot into hedgehogs almost immediately.

Even if there are barbarians who are about to enter the land outside the swamp, it is useless.

Jonathan didn't care about the thoughts of these barbarians who hadn't had time to go ashore, and led the team to rush up immediately.

He didn't even bother to cut off the barbarian's head at the front. Instead, he swung the spear behind him, and with the help of a huge force, he slammed it on the barbarian's head.

In an instant, red, white, and green, as if a dyeing workshop had been opened, the barbarian's head was directly smashed into rotten meat, smashed into his chest, and the barbarian who followed behind stepped on it. down.

Jonathan directly stretched out his big hand, and grabbed the second barbarian who caught up.

with a snap.

Both hands clapped directly on the barbarian's left and right ears at the same time.

The instantly condensed mantra directly pierced the barbarian's eardrums, stirring his skull into a paste.

"Invading Lancaster, you are looking for your own death!" Jonathan Baiqing flew up ferociously.

As if arrogantly venting the anger in his heart, the heads of the barbarians who rushed up were either directly removed, or strung into strings by Jonathan with his [Ichigunshou] hand knife.

It wasn't even war, it was one-sided massacre.

Kyle looked coldly in the direction of the swamp.

No one knows better than him that no real enemy has appeared until now.

"The commotion caused by this group of barbarians is not small, but it's just a group of props sent by the tribe as low-value consumables."

Kyle snorted softly.

Knowing that the tribe wants to play the "boil the old man strategy".

The old man strategy will not only be used on e-sports players whose physical fitness and hand speed are not enough, but also on weaker people who are weaker than themselves.

For forces with a complete system, sometimes it would be a better choice to drag the enemy into the wheel battle if they want to successfully harvest the fruits of drow's effective victory.

Now, from the perspective of the tribe, it is impossible for the Lancaster leader to play logistics better than them with the support of the entire tribe.

But Kyle is going to make up his mind to teach those people a lesson today.

"I can't come to the mountain, I'm going to the mountain!"

This group of savages seemed to think that it would be beneficial for them to continue?

Have you asked the majority of players if they would like it?

……

[Location: Another direction of the Lancaster Swamp]

The player [Guarantee Guarantee Soul] took a deep breath, looked at the surrounding people and said:

"Everyone, success or failure depends on one move. If we can pick the fruit today, we will have the opportunity to apply to the lord Kyle in advance for a legal and reasonable Lancaster group. In the future, we can call ourselves a guild!"

"Oh!"×N
The players who followed behind the guarantor, the guarantor soul, let out a burst of cheers.

There is no guild in virtual online games, just like there is no Tifa in the 3D area, and there is no Jew in Auschwitz.

So much time has passed since its development, and this is the first time that players have received clear news from Kyle, saying that players are qualified to establish their own independent forces in the territory, and get the approval of Lancaster.

Although they don't know, the logic behind this is not that Kyle agrees that they can form a force, but that only the players who have been working in Lancaster have the standard to establish a force.

All the high-level players in the Principality of England and the Principality of Reims combined cannot compare with the high-level players whose base camp is in Lancaster all the year round.

If you really want to compare it, it is equivalent to a district in the LOL national server, which has always been an area where players with good strength gather.

And a large number of high-end players gather in such a small area, which indirectly drives the quality level of players in the entire small area.

They can better accept tasks that require higher levels to complete, and even use the teleportation array to go to the major dungeons of the Principality of England that belong to the Mage Association to explore.

Over time, the strength level of Lancaster's high-level players has become stronger.

And the more powerful high players will in turn force the high players in other areas.

There are always some high-level players who choose to "join if you can't beat" in order not to fall behind.

Now, as soon as the news that players were allowed to establish an independent player guild came out, it instantly ignited the enthusiasm of the entire Lancaster.

In order to quickly formulate equipment for this group of barbarians, the players from September Heavy Industry began to work overtime to produce related equipment.

Well, it is a diving suit and some demolition props specially made to help players sneak better underwater.

The instruments for making these things were kindly provided by Wandong City.

The purpose of all this is to implement the [Water Ghost Plan] formulated by Kyle.

He needs players to sneak quietly under the last ship of the Horde and open holes in their cabins.

Especially among these ships, a somewhat dilapidated ship that obviously plays the role of a command ship must be blown up by various means.

For the remaining ships, as long as the tactical purpose is achieved.

"Let's go, let's change into diving suits quickly, the Water Ghost Project waits for no one!"

Who can resist the temptation to be the first to establish a player guild?
To put it bluntly, just establishing the name of the first guild is enough for the players to gain a lot of limelight in the game.

I may not be willing to make money in the game, but if it makes a big splash in the player group, that's two different things!
Therefore, before the barbarians knew what they were about to face, the players whose eyes were as red as rabbits immediately chose to go into the water and march towards their dreams.

True water ghost fourth natural disaster, attack!

……

In the center of the swamp surrounded by more than a dozen huge golden trees, there is a command ship with a displacement much larger than other tribal ships. The furious savage in charge of this fleet is really furious now. melted.

"Damn it! Damn it! Where did you gather the information that Lancaster's armed force is not that strong, and it has a small number of people and a lot of resources?

Look, your heart is watching, it doesn't look like there are few people here, and who are the professionals, one by one is crazier! "

The leader of the furious barbarians would never admit that the reason why he is now huddled in the rear is the result of a strategic error and his own inner fear.

Didn't it be agreed that Lancaster has only one Legendary-level powerhouse who is inconvenient to use all his strength?

Why is there a sanctuary popping up now, and it is the most unfavorable long-range attack sanctuary for them.

The leader of the furious savages can be sure that if he is not well prepared and drives the command ship + flagship to the edge of the swamp, then he may give priority to enjoying what is called the key care from the sanctuary in the first place.

At the level of the sanctuary, without the addition of mysterious elements, ordinary items simply cannot withstand the devastation of the sanctuary.

He didn't want to put luck on whether his flagship would be sunk by the enemy.

"There is no other way... let's flip the cards!"

A tangled expression appeared on the face of the furious barbarian leader.

"After all, the tribe has just calmed down recently. Why did it usher in a new war so quickly, and it was aimed at the Iber Federation."

He frantically ravaged his hair, which was not very much, and finally gritted his teeth and made a decision.

The tribe can't lose the protection of the totem, otherwise the already turbulent tribe will definitely suffer catastrophe.

Although I don't know the reason why the Totem God wants to fight the Principality of England, but for them, they really can only represent the Totem God they believe in, and try to participate in the battle. This time the battle.

Facts have proved that this battle is obviously a powerful blow to their tribe.

If there is no way to reverse the situation, the entire northern wilderness will soon be divided into order.

Having spent such a high price but failed to obtain the protection of the gods, and lost so many young and middle-aged barbarians, the leader of the furious barbarians seems to have seen how many people will try to make him return to the tribe. Killed.

He subconsciously shivered.

I just feel that something is not right.

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion, and after shaking for a while, the entire command ship began to shake on the swamp.

"It's not good, Commander Bull, someone blasted a huge gap in the bottom of our command ship, and it can't be filled now!"

"Do you still need to tell me this? I already felt it at the scene!" the leader of the furious barbarians, Man Niu, continued after being silent for a while.

"Commander, what should we do next?" A barbarian had a look of fear on his face.

Although many barbarians know how to swim, it doesn't mean that they will be able to survive after falling into the swamp.

Not to mention, although the barbarian's flagship looks tattered, if it really sinks to the bottom of the water, it is also possible to use the vortex to pull the barbarian into the deep water of the swamp.

If the bottom is really going to sink, then most of them will be finished.

"Use that thing..."

The leader of the violent barbarians glanced at the flustered barbarian just now, with a little disgust on his face.

Suddenly, he shot at the barbarian:

"Black bone, in order for the glory of the tribe not to be completely destroyed, someone has to make a sacrifice. This time, the blood meal is you, no problem?"

The expression on the face of the leader of the violent barbarians looked even colder than that of the evil spirits.

In fact, before speaking to the barbarian's men, he had already shot silently.

The barbarian fell down with an expression of disbelief.

He didn't understand until his death, why he was so loyal to his own leader, but became the first "blood food" to be sacrificed to that thing?
"I'm sorry, Black Bones, if you want to blame, blame your own woman, she's so tasteful!"

There was a playful expression on the commander's face: "There is no way, your woman is always worried that you may have some violent reactions after you find out.

Obviously I have repeatedly emphasized to her, even if I really did it, what can you do in front of your face? "

The commander spread his hands and said, with a helpless face:
"Black bone, don't blame me, if you want to blame it, blame your woman for being too caring. After you have a relationship with so many people in the barbarian guards, even if you want to resist, you can't resist.

But she is just worried, she must want you to die!How about you guess, why is it your turn to board the ship for this mission of meritorious deeds? "

Hei Gu couldn't hear the sound at this time, he vomited blood and stopped breathing.

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　　At that moment, I instinctively felt something was wrong.

　　It may be that I placed too many orders in my dream, and I have become PTSD, so click on Meituan to have a look.

　　Sure enough, there was really no order!
　　(Comment: It's really not that I was confused, it must be the fault of the sudden inspiration! It's all its fault!)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)